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Updated: June 1, 2025
He took the blue bank-note which the servant handed him and tore it into tiny shreds: "The price of treachery! It burns my fingers." He took off his hat and, bowing very low before Mme. de Villemon: "Will you forgive me, madame? The accidents of life of mine especially often drive one to acts of cruelty for which I am the first to blush.
Mme. de Villemon, now calmer, was watching by her son. He went up to her, with the intention of making one last appeal to her. Their eyes met. He said nothing. He had understood that she would never speak now, whatever happened. There, once more, in that mother's brain, the secret of the Hollow Needle lay buried as deeply as in the night of the past. Then he gave up and went away.
"All the same, it may date back to a few months since," observed Massiban. "Even so even so some one must have hunted out and taken the book Tell me, monsieur," cried Beautrelet, addressing the baron, "is there no one whom you suspect?" "We might ask my daughter." "Yes yes that's it perhaps she will know." M. de Velines rang for the footman. A few minutes later, Mme. de Villemon entered.
"Oh, it's quite simple. The Hollow Needle means " At that moment, a footman entered the room: "A letter for madame." "Oh, but the postman has passed!" "A boy brought it." Mme. de Villemon opened the letter, read it, and put her hand to her heart, turning suddenly livid and terrified, ready to faint. The paper had slipped to the floor.
Beautrelet made him a sign to hold his tongue. He knew quite well, of course, that the enemy was there, once more, watchful and determined; and that was just why he wanted to tear from Mme. de Villemon the decisive words, so long awaited, and to tear them from her on the spot, that very moment: "I beseech you, madame, compose yourself. We are all here. There is not the least danger."
The baron was a man of sixty, who had been left a widower many years ago and who led a very retired life with his daughter, Gabrielle de Villemon. This lady had just suffered a cruel blow through the loss of her husband and her eldest son, both of whom had died as the result of a motor-car accident. "Monsieur le baron begs the gentlemen to be good enough to come upstairs."
Why, life's an adorable thing, my boy; only one has to know and I know . Wasn't it enough to make a man jump out of his skin for joy, just now, at the castle, when you were chattering with old Velines and I, up against the window, was tearing out the pages of the historic book? And then, when you were questioning the Dame de Villemon about the Hollow Needle! Would she speak?
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